Yinchuan was resting with his chin supported by his left hand and his right hand on the desk, with his eyes closed. His long eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids. The window frame was humming softly in the evening breeze, and the papers were rustling. The soft light in the room cast an orange shadow on his white hair. He was like a perfect statue, and even the air around him was frozen for him.
The door was gently pushed open, and the slight friction sound of the hinges made Yinchuan open his eyes. He looked at the door, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and his voice was soft, but with a hint of blame: "Why are you here again?"
The man at the door walked out from the shadows. He had Yunxi's face, but from the expression on his eyebrows to the emotions in his eyes, he was not Yunxi at all. He was the ancient great witch ancestor who lived in Yunxi's body - Dijiang. He walked to the zither table and looked directly at Yinchuan: "Why can't I come?"
Yinchuan lowered his head, with hidden pain in his eyes, but he was unwilling to share it with others: "Dijiang, I told you not to see me in the form of Yunxi anymore."
"You said I would listen to you?" Di Jiang's voice had obvious ups and downs, "It's always like this between you and me, I take a step forward, you take a step back, so I have to keep moving forward many steps, just to be able to walk with you. Now I don't even have my own body, you don't let me see you in the form of Yunxi, what do you want me to see you with?"
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